The Authentic

[J-Live] Well if it isn’t that outbreak monkey for the latest epidemic of the vapors Bringing you the greatest live capper to date to get involved To marry to the music Giving no quarter for those who would abuse it Not even a buck and a dream, a coke and a smile Smoke and a pancake, not a pat on the back and hand shake For me and wack shit is beyond hate I’m evacuating the state, you making my glands ache Me and my bags packed, the headphones are playing the soundtracks My ears to your song is like teeth to plaquer Big speakers and feedback, quarter backs and sacks The bottom line, now we don’t need that Yo your shit is crack! In so much as, I never fuck with it and never will Never used, never deal Never chopped never cooked, and I really don’t feel the appeal How did you get a record deal? For real [Hook] It’s the return of the super good, the authentic You might want drama but we wouldn't recommend it We shoot from the hip like hip hop's Doc Holliday Tagging up your tombstone to say That your songs are the worst and you can’t freestyle Who’s next to step, I’m your Huckleberry now You wanna test we, you must be crazy You might be quick son, but you no daisy [J-Live] When I tell I’m at least 3 deep dolo I’m not referring to the big and tall Polo And I’m surely not bragging on your girl your joke mom and a magnum Oh no, I’m much more classy, and I wouldn’t stoop so low See, he’s referring to the royal we, the righteous, unholy trinity No holes within at least 10 miles of the vicinity Except for the blast holes peering through the innards of my enemies Now who and for and against that make sense When you recognize the size and don't straddle the fence Let the good shit ride, let the bullshit be past tense Long gone no trace of evidence Except for perhaps the finger and foot prints Where we stomped you and choked you out Or so it went, so I heard, so they say I guess. Naw confess when we be smack dab in the middle of the mess [Hook]